Ivar's Escape (Assassins of Gravas #2) - N.J. Walters Page 0,61
alone on his ship. Few knew of his existence. Most believed Spear el Gravaso to be the most elite Gravasian assassin. And he was. But Kyler was apart from them, more dangerous, more deadly. The ultimate hunter, he didn’t stop until the job was done. It was in his blood, in his very DNA. Like his father and his father before. In every generation, one of his bloodline was the king’s blade, the sword that fell on those who crossed the crown.
And he was damn good at his job.
He manually set course for the last sighting of Balthazar he’d received from Gravasian command. The hunt was on.
The End
Find more books by N.J. Walters:
www.evernightpublishing.com/n-j-walters
If you enjoyed this book, you may also like:
Bred to Order by Mia Nombre
Hidden Cargo by Sarah Marsh
Chaldor by Thayer King
EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ®
BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
RESCUING RORY
Marks Mercenaries, 1
N.J. Walters
Copyright © 2019
Sample Chapter
“This is going to be a major clusterfuck. There’s no quiet way to do this.”
Even though his brother’s thoughts echoed his own, Kal Marks didn’t spare Garth so much as a glance. No, his gaze locked solidly on the woman currently dancing in one of the gilded cages that hung from the ceiling here in the largest club on the pleasure ship Exos. The flashing blue spotlight made her smooth white skin look the same color, giving her an exotic appearance.
Her long, blonde hair hung down her chest, covering her breasts, much to the dismay of the customers around her, and the skimpy thong barely covered her mound as she dipped and swayed to the pounding music. If anything, the tiny strip of cloth accentuated her nakedness, which was no doubt its purpose. She didn’t look at any of the patrons, keeping her eyes trained on the far wall.
“Are you listening to me?” Garth asked, practically yelling to be heard over the noise. Impatience tinged his voice.
Kal forced himself to turn away and focus on his brother. “I hear you, but we don’t have a choice.” They had to talk to the woman, the dancing vision.
“You sure the information is good?”
Now that was a question, wasn’t it? Digger wasn’t exactly known for his honesty, but he traded in information, and he knew the Marks brothers were always buying when it came to intel on the whereabouts of their missing sister. He also knew better than to lie to them.
“Digger is too scared of Flynn to risk feeding us bad info,” Kal pointed out. Flynn was the oldest of the four brothers, massively tall and mean as a snake. It was well known throughout the Alliance galaxies that the only people Flynn cared about were his brothers.
Cross one of the Marks brothers and you crossed them all.
“I still don’t like it,” Garth muttered.
“Noted.” Kal let his gaze drift over the room, observing the positions of all the guards. There were quite a few of them, as things could get rowdy on the Exos. In fact, Kal was counting on just that.
The music pumping through the sound system was low and rhythmic. That, combined with the mostly naked women dancing around them, was designed to get men in the mood so they’d pay the money to visit the back rooms where women waited to service them. This far out in space the floating pleasure ship contained the only women many of these men would see for months.
Kal looked at his brother and noted his scowl. Garth’s thoughts mirrored his own. What if their sister were aboard a ship like this? Most of the women weren’t here by choice. Usually the brothers would never set foot on a ship like the Exos, but when it came to intel about their sister, they’d go straight into the bowels of hell itself.
“She’s got the tattoo Digger told us about.” Garth studied the dancer now, his gaze tracing the long length of her legs. Kal was filled with the sudden urge to punch his brother in the face.
He rolled his shoulders and forced himself to lean back in his chair and act as if he were enjoying the show. And it wasn’t much of an act. The woman wasn’t really dancing, more sensually undulating to a rhythm far different from the music filling the room. He caught his breath when her hair slid to the side, exposing one perfectly shaped plump breast for a split second before her hair covered it again.
Kal’s dick sprang to life, and he shifted to get more comfortable. No doubt about it, she was beautiful. There was something